She was also clearly not wearing a bra under the thin sleeveless shirt. There was something just so intimate about the feel of a woman’s mouth on mine. I was getting close myself, and it was all I could do to stave off the impending climax to make sure she came first. She bit her lip and then returned to her phone, typing furiously. She started to say something again but yelped as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and hauled her toward me until her ass was hanging off the desk. “I talked to Bobbi,” she said quietly, leaning in close so that I was the only one to hear what she said. Erin’s soft lips on my cheek sent a wave of warmth skittering across my body. “What if I let you put a collar on me… like Bobbi?
